Solitude

In a stuporous daze
I open half a hollow eye,
among noon voices and sounds
clamoring narcissistically.

Silence speaks softly,
its lilting voice echoing
off bare walls to my
ears mechanically.

Folding a yawn I drag
unshod feet,
disregarding the babbling silence.
And walk out oblivious,
accompanying myself…

…into a boisterous world
blithely ignorant
of a self-bred ingrate “nothing”
encroaching stealthily
effacing itself.

Oct 23rd, ’08.